Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-12-23
ONLY AN AMATEUR.
How He Played the Part OF ar
Organ Grinder.

The organ man at the gate had been
which filled his music-box. and left
room for running accompaniment of
grunt aud groan. for full fifteen min
utes, All the nurses, and all the
children under their charge, had
CAPPED over the fence, and thrown him
plentiful largess of small change. and
pliful boarders of larger growth
had thrown sundry five-cent pieces
from upper windows; now the head OF
the house, hard at work In tho kitchen
rs she usually was did tho same.
''Some won't encourage EN-" she
said to Sally. her assistant-in- general;
''but say they help boarders to keep
lively; aud il your summer boarder
gets low-sperited you're apt TO lose
her; so take the beef the folks have
left on their plates, warm it on the
grid iron. and put it on clean plate,
with hot potatoes and turnips-there' 3
enough of that on the plates, too.
What the eye don't see the heart don't
gt'ieve for, and don't believe an Eye
Italian furrinor would care anyway of
he did know"
Aud Sally. obedient to tho behest,
called 10 the grinder to Come in
While he was feeding within young
Mortimer came back from fishing.
He was, in the city. as regularly fash
ionable as any ono else. but out
amongst the mountains he elected to
live In red shirt and ksickerboc
a great fisherman hat and n big
leather belt, In which he presented
some thing the appearance of n theat-
rical bandit, being dark. handsome.
and romantic-looking. He put down
his rod and the small string of brook
trout he had brought home with him,
within the gate. and went back again
to look at tho brown box the organ
grinder had left outside.
"Why, it's nm organ. he exclaimed;
"and all my life Tvo desired to grind
an organ. 1t seems such comforta-
BILE, easy way Of making music.
never had an opportunity before.
Hero goes"
And placing the Instrument In the
proper position, he began to turn the
crank in excellent time, looking up
at the house out of the corners of his
eyes in the most professional manner,
and carrying out the idea by his cos
tune. He expected some of the more
youthful boarders to appear, and to
get little fun out of his organ-play-
ing, but the young ladies were gone
up tho mountains in their short dresses,
aud with their alpenstocks; tho chill
iren were adoring the monkey in The
kitchen, and the older people, think.
ing that the legitimate grinder hat
resumed his labors, took care not t(
ook out lest they should awaken ex
pectations of second relay Of five.
,ent pieces. Therefore Mr.. Mortimer
'auntered up and down the road, hitch
ng his organ along. and singing The
words of the popular songs withou
fleet, until Miss Parker. from tn,
house on the hill, turned the corner il
her new red and gold 'cart." and driv
ing very FESTIVE little horse.
Whether the horse did not like pop
Mar tunes, or hated Italians. o.
thought the organ was about to attael
him, did not appear; but as soon u
he figure of Mortimer aud the music
box attracted his attention, he made al
instantaneous photograph of hmsel
aud paved the air with his fore legs.
Miss Parker used her whip and lifte,
her voice. and Mortimer, casting thu
organ strap from his shoulder did tn
best a man could do under The circum
stances; 50 that before the ANNA
reached the foot of the lane, she wa
safe once more
Saved" rs she said to herself, "b,
his beautiful. graceful, elegant organ
grinder who certainly must be al
Italian prince in 4 sgu Sc.
Now Miss Parker had not been a
boarding school and had the advau
tages of modern travel for nothing; >hr
knew Italian and rs soon as sh
caught her breath she aired it for III
organ grinders benefit.
"Signor" she said, p llitelv. ''hoy
can thank you for saving my life?"
"Ah. an Italian lady, | suppose,
thought Mortimer--an Italian neve
would have supposed il for moment
and he instantly replied in the sam
language:
"Signorina, that | have done some
thing 10 spare you alarm makes m
happy. If by chance have saye'
your life, am too much honored an,
favored"
"Never was such an organ grinder.
thought pretty Miss Parker. Then. a
she looked down from her perch. Will
Mortimer led her horse by the bride
she saw the organ lying tho road.
''Is it hurt-your organP" she aske
again in the Italian language a
spoken at Miss Quimby's school. An
Mr. Mortimer, all unconscious of he
opinion of his social position, inter
rupted her in the same language q
taught by Prof. Sprachemall.
THAT is my affair, Signorina.
How proud he is, thought Mi
! Parker, and her heart auttered as 81